Paw Due Respect - Run the Jewels, Blood Diamonds

This year, we iller than a nun in a cumshot

Gettin' double penetrated in a dope spot

By two hard pipe hittin' niggas

On the orders of Marcellus to the soundtrack of 2Pac

I’ll beat you to a pulp no fiction

Tarantino flow, new Jules and Vincent

Blow marijuana, smoke no incense

Exhale in the face of innocent infants

On some, «Ah hah, look what I did,» shit

And if I get stopped by a crooked ass cop

I’m a put a bullet in a pig and Rin Tin Tin

Ah, hah, hah, look what I did again

We the hooligans outside of school again

Sayin, «Don't be a fool, never follow rules again»

We the bad boys bully with the fully that

The teachers say ain’t shit and in the need of discipline

We the goddamn reason for ritalin

In the back of the class, twitchin' and fidgetin'

Dead wrong, we never got along

We laughed at the kids that was active participants

Bad boy walk right past church with the work in a bag

And a bible of Gideon

Got suspended for bullyin' a bully

When I go back to class I’ma punch him in his shit again

Punch him in his shit again

Punch him in his shit again

Punch him in his shit again

Punch him in his shit again

I don’t flirt with greatness I wifed it in Vegas

The shits all paid for I signed the papers

Used to date but then I made her my main bitch

Bought us a place on a lake with some acreage

And Mike’s my neighbor straight from Greatville

Any invader get slayed and stay killed

On sovereign land, Mike fill the safe up

We call when the fam get paid a great thrill

I Bad News Bear hug beats then creep off

You drive a rape van, mullet Ray-Bans

We do vicious, you do witness

You don’t clap shit you’s a cricket

Run the J’s we don’t run so much it’s all fun and games

Till my J’s get scuffed, I’m livid, fuming, out of touch

I wear sweatpants to funerals, guns to lunch

Close the blinds they got drones and mine

We so close to the lie, I can almost die

I got no goals left but to save my mind

They got more holes dug in the earth, oh my

The beat get abused like I rock a wife beater

Drinker, fired by the company

Friday, late on the car note, tryna do taxes

This my house, it’s high or the highway

High or the highway

High or the highway

High or the highway

High or the highway

I’m a thrill killer, I will test you

Just like daddy fuckin' left you

It’s all your fault mommy’s lonely

You’re a burden, she needs rescue

Hey little buddy, where’s your mommy?

Call me stepdad or Uncle Johnny

Here’s a dollar, don’t follow behind me

I gotta go bang out mom and auntie

I hunt lions, tigers, rare vaginas

Hang where the cops seem scared to find us

Pop stars peep the bars and rewind us

Fuck your life but first run the diamonds

From the jungle (the jungle), the brothers (the brothers)

Can’t relate to your first world struggles

You want safety, hugs, and cuddles

IED’s will leave bloody puddles

Woke up in Nigeria, kicked out America

Case of malaria, shit got scarier

Got left with a gun and a pitbull terrier

And a note from my dad said, «I hope God carry ya»

Fought one or two wars while I made it to the shores

Ya know, back to the home of a rock in Georgia

To return as a king, Michael the benevolent

Gold draped ridin' on the neck of an elephant